Hundreds of arrows fell, hitting the eight-petaled helmet, and there was still a small sound, but if it was tied to the cotton armor, there would be no sound at all. Whether it is the hand-to-hand combatants in front or the musketeers in the back, they are bound by strict military discipline, and it is not a wave of arrows that can disrupt the formation.

What's more, this kind of light and fluttering light arrow is basically ineffective against cotton armor.

It is impossible for the Mongolian soldiers to shoot only this round of light arrows, one arrow is shot, and the other arrow is already in their hands.

If it was the past, they would immediately beat their horses and gallop out of the range of the Ming army's guns, and provoke the nerves of the Ming army with their rush and cavalry again and again, and consume their spirit and fighting spirit, so as to achieve the goal of finally weakening the Ming army.

But today, Bahai and the others have only the life to continue to beat their horses and gallop forward.

"Beep ^^ beep-"

The piercing sound pierced the eardrums, and in the ears of ordinary people, there was only a piercing horn sound, but in the ears of Zheng Jun in each phalanx, it was very different.

Gan Hui grabbed the big knife in his hand and slashed forward.

The No. 2 horizontal array where it is located, and the No. 3 horizontal array bordering - Zheng Zhilong simply discharged a set of Arabic numerals in the order from left to right.

The No. 2 and No. 3 horizontal formations, that is, the middle two of the four horizontal formations in front of the Zheng army, opened fire in unison.

The flames were connected in one piece, and the smoke rose with a loud explosion. The first two columns of the five musketeers fired in unison, and two hundred projectiles were fired at the same time, and the lead bullets flew over a distance of fifty or sixty paces in an instant, striking the armor of the Mengbing soldiers, raising a mist of blood, or easily tearing the skin and muscles of the war horse.

Bahai just hooked his head, hid behind the horse's neck, and shouted hoarsely. Pray that the Manchu troops in the rear will charge earlier.

There was a howl of panic all around, and many Mongolian soldiers were terrified, and Zheng Jun's rumored sharp guns were really powerful. A platoon shot killed twenty or thirty of them.

How many Mongolian soldiers are old soldiers, but they never thought that waste-like firearms would be so powerful.

They couldn't help but feel timid in their hearts, fearing that white smoke and flames would once again rise from the queue of Zheng Jun in front of them......

"Rush, rush. Minggou's musket has already been fired, do you still have to wait for them to reload? ”

Bahai, who found that he had successfully survived the catastrophe, screamed loudly.

"Kill—"

The sound of the horse's hooves sounded behind him, and Bolo saw that Zheng Jun had already shot, and he would miss this great opportunity. With a wave of his big hand, the whole division moved, and slaughtered it neatly.

Ba Hai's face showed joy, Bei Ziye attacked, this is too good. "The warriors of the Mongols...... "He pulled his horse and raised his sword, and he was going to cheer up the Mongolian army around him. Behind the gun shield of Zheng Jun on the opposite side, another round of guns came in.

This time it was just a volley of muskets firing. Naturally, the damage was smaller, even if they were a little closer.

But Bahai never had a chance to finish the second half of the sentence. His chest was pierced by a buckshot, and the piece of iron under the cotton armor could not stop the leadshot, causing him to shake as if he were electrocuted, and he fell straight off his horse.

Bolo didn't see that Bahai had been killed, and even if he did, he wouldn't hesitate. How can there be immortals in war? Although the resistance of the Ming army has been weak since entering the fortress, it is not uncommon for Niu Lu Zhangjing to die in battle.

Moreover, Zheng Jun, who was lured by Bahai, conducted two rounds of salvos, which was the most precious compared to his small life.

Bolo is not the only one who thinks so, many people in the Manchu army think so. For example, Fu Cha, such as Hu Xuan, no one is a fool, is he? Then I can't wait to appear directly in front of Zheng Jun's formation in the next second.

"Minggou has already fired, don't rush at this time, when will you wait?"

A feeling of eagerness to catch fire rose in the hearts of the Qing army, so that eight or nine hundred horsemen rushed towards it with a howl, and there was really an unstoppable momentum!

"Hehehe......" Zheng Zhilong held the binoculars, looked at the Qing soldiers who rushed over with murderous spirit, and laughed unconsciously when he looked at the banner symbolizing Bolo's identity in the crowd. And the voice changed its tone with joy.

"It's good, it's good."

There is nothing more beautiful in the world than watching the enemy come to your death. "Beat the drums!"

Loudly give the command.

Zheng Zhilongren didn't move at all, still holding a monocular and looking straight ahead.

The surging Qing army and the Zheng army are getting closer and closer, getting closer and closer.

One arrow after another had been sent to the top of Zheng Jun's horizontal column by the Tartars, but the latter only endured it silently and did not move. The first two rows of musketeers silently reloaded. Until the main force of the Tartars reached a distance of twenty or thirty paces in front of the formation, a horn sounded, "Boom......

The four horizontal columns in the front opened fire in unison, and a thousand muskets and twenty tiger squat cannons combined into one sound, and the huge sound was like the sky and the earth were cracking.

Gan Hui's face turned red, the salvo fired by the four horizontal columns, and the twenty tiger squat cannons, the effect was really ......, it was really explosive. How many Tartar cavalry fell in unison before his eyes, as if an invisible hand had pushed them in an instant.

The visual sense is much stronger than when it was in the cow village. After all, there were only a hundred and ten Tatar cavalry charges!

And more importantly, after that, the Tartars were frightened, or retreated, and the entire queue had dispersed.

The murderous and unstoppable sharp aura before has completely disappeared.

Of course, it may also be that the way was blocked by the fallen corpse of the Tartar in front, anyway, the Qing cavalry either slowed down one by one, or did not feel that they had avoided the gun shield in the charge.

And they poured in through the gap between the rows, like empty bottles.

Especially Hu Miao, his task was to lead his cavalry straight to the banner of Zheng Zhilong, but the one or two hundred cavalry under his command died in this blow, and the remaining remnants of the soldiers were all shocked, so naturally they would not take the initiative to look for the collision of guns and shields, so they naturally led the soldiers and horses into the gaps.

As a result, good fellow, it really got off to a good start. Many hesitant Qing soldiers in the back did not hesitate any longer, and followed the 'leader' into the big net.

The Bolo people were also confused.

With the previous blow, the front army of the entire horse team was finished, and three or four hundred cavalry fell to the ground in an instant, and this huge power completely broke his three views.

On horseback, he was completely confused.

By the time he came to his senses and found that something was wrong, he wanted to stop it, and then he wanted to call the Qing soldiers to attack the horizontal formation, but it was already too late. He wiped his neck at this moment, and he couldn't change the general trend.

Because it was his order to fight, and it was also his order to charge.

In this war, contradictory orders cannot be carried out by even the infantry, let alone the cavalry!

"It's too late to say anything." As soon as Bolo clamped the horse's belly, he struck the horse and rushed forward. Only by getting out of here can the team be regrouped.

But the fish that have already reached the net want to break free from the net, isn't that wishful thinking?

After the Qing army got into the net, Gan Hui had already led the musketeers to fight back with a big knife, and the bayonet was also a weapon.

"Soldiers, kill the thief with me!"

He rushed out first, the flag bearer beside him waved the flag, the drummer beat the war drum, and the soldiers followed closely.

And after the other soldiers saw this scene, what else could they do except rush up with their weapons dancing and howling?

The distance between the front and rear was only fifty paces, and where the infantry could rush in one breath, the cavalry was even faster. They were driven by bayonets and spears and shields behind them.

"Fire—" Hong Xu yelled with his waist knife.

There was no artillery in this musket salvo, and the damage to the Qing army was not weakened at all. Who brought them together on their own?

"The whole army will attack, and no one will be left!"

Seeing Bolo's banner fall in the gunshot, Zheng Zhilong laughed, pulled out the blade at his waist, pointed forward, and shouted: "Kill the thief!" ”